Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Down The Drain

The homeless man next to our front porch.  I'll call him "Jonny."  Charging his cell phone in the power outlet on the side of our house, as people often do.  

I greeted him.  He said he was calling his boss.  He said he might work tonight.  Washing dishes.  In a town about 30 miles north of here.

Could I give him anything.  I asked him if he needed anything.  He said he did not.  

I came inside.  I saw coffee left in the coffee pot.  I thought of his shift.  Fatigue from standing and washing dishes for hours.  Coffee could help.  

I walked outside.  Jonny was gone.  

I came back inside.  I poured the coffee down the drain.  His energy down the drain.  

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